Reaching a distance far enough from the city. Chosen Ymal brought out the orb given to him by Damien, he didn't know how they were going to escape the titanic battle going on far behind them but still so much closer that at any minute they could all be wiped out.

Studying the orb gave off no idea of what its function was. Other than a black line that circled the orb from one side to the other, there was a smaller orb inside the bigger one that glowed a dull purple colour.

Following instructions, he crushed the orb.

The moment he did it, the orb shattered into exactly four pieces. The dull glow inside the smaller orb dispersed into the four shattered pieces, lightening them up. The shattered pieces floated off his hand, flying a little bit from him to form a twelve-foot-tall rectangular shape, with the sides stretched wide enough for twenty people to pass side by side.

Once the pieces were done forming, the black lines on all of them detached, as if being peeled away.

They elongated till the lines from the four different pieces were now connected, confirming the rectangular shape. Once they had finished connecting, the different shattered pieces began to glow purple, glowing brighter and brighter until they glowed too bright in the artificially made night.

It was for a moment before the lights from the different pieces dispersed from their different places and converged in the middle, forming a square shape made of a purple and black colour. A square shape that then began to stretch and stretch until it covered the whole rectangular shape, forming a purple rectangular doorway.

The people at the front were agitated, seeing as the battle going on far in the back was moving closer by the minute, but they still waited for his instructions. He got the strange intuition that crossing the rectangular doorway was a very bad idea, so he waited. It didn't take long for the purple light to fade and reveal a large hall stretching hundreds of feet from where he faced. There were soldiers gathered in front of the portal, and he could see dozens more behind them, holding polearms that he had no doubt were extremely sharp and powerful weapons.

Quickly raised his hands to show that he was unarmed, even though any of the soldiers gathered around could take him on. He could feel their strengths and it was in no way inferior to his. Some were even stronger than him.

Making sure not to make any abrupt movement, he stepped through, Instructing his soldiers to stay where they were and not to make any abrupt movement.

Stepping through, he fully admired the large hall. Purple light lined the Walls. Connecting to pillars that were placed along the walls in pairs, some were glowing purple like the one he was now standing in-between, he noticed, while some weren't.

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Stepping forward, a soldier said, "Stay where you are and identify yourselves." Black and silver coloured armours adorned the bodies of the soldiers, with helmets decorated with bird-shaped wings on the sides, he saw. An emblem of a silver bird emblazoned their chests.

"We are citizens from a desert city in the desolate continent," Ymal answered, not moving any further.

"How did you teleport here?" The soldier asked, sounding worried for some reason Ymal couldn't figure it out.

"With the orb" Ymal answered tentatively, unsure where the question was leading.

The soldier now looked more worried, Damien could see the same on the other soldiers' faces. " I meant, how did you mark this portal beacon as your destination?" He pointed at the twin pillars Ymal was standing in front of.

Finally understanding what they were worried about, ymal explained. "Oh, I don't know how we got here. We were given the orb by someone and then told to break it." It wasn't hard to understand the worries, an unidentified group of people opening a portal into what Ymal saw as an important place, it sure would have gotten people worried. If some random group of people could use their teleport beacon and just appear there without warning, what would then stop their enemies from being able to do the same?

"Who gave you the orb?" The man asked again, still worried.

"He said his name was Damien," Ymal answered. None of the soldiers looked like they recognised the name, seeing their confusion. Ymal was beginning to get worried that their only hope of surviving would soon get squashed when there was a boom and then a woman appeared.

Ymal was startled, seeing as her appearance wasn't teleportation but the effect of pure speed. She wasn't dressed in any armour that ymal could see, wearing only combat pants and boots with an armless top.

Judging from the way the soldiers stood taller at her arrival, he summarised that she was probably their commanding officer.

Black hair tied into a ponytail, and sharp black eyes that scanned him inside out. She looked like she was in her late twenties to early thirties, but he knew otherwise.

"Who did you say gave you the orb, describe him." She demanded, eyes scanning for any lies.

Swallowing hard. He answered, "He said his name was Damien, grey hair and grey eyes, with an athletic body and a face that looks like he's in his early twenties." He knew from the moment the woman had arrived that she was far more powerful than him. A monarch realm cultivator

Her eyes widened, and she looked behind him, seeing the gathered refugees, having come to an understanding, she nodded and said in a shaky Voice "What help does the lord require we render you?"

Quickly getting to the point "He is battling two attackers from the empire to give us time to escape the city and surrounding areas." Her eyes widened at that.

"How many people are on the other side?" She asked.

"Thousands" he replied

Waving her hands, the soldiers took the signal and dispersed except for the soldier who had first spoken to Ymal and two others.

Turning to the remaining three, she said. "One person should start coordinating the arrivals of the refugees, another should go inform the queen of the happenings going on while the third should go to the monarch's castle and inform them that backups will be needed here to protect the refugees. Decide amongst yourselves who does which."

Quickly deciding amongst themselves, the soldiers left.

Turning to him, she said, "Let's go take a look at what's happening on the other side."

Turning, they both crossed into the portal.

The sight upon arriving was not encouraging at all.